ways of actions

Holding the scepter the King fell dead. The assembly fell to disarray. Within no time the entire edifice of kingship, palace, administration, police, army, tax collection, trade, religion, markets especially the diamond and the bullion and partly the fruit and vegetables market, the public and private transport came to nought. And in fact some even vouched the fact the sky too had fallen in parts.

All this in a jiffy, wondered the little boy who grew up in the streets and the ponds and the abandoned cattle sheds and the railway and bus stations and also sometime in the peripheries of the newly built airport and harbour and also at the stadium which he claimed the gods congregate during spring and plays kabbadi.

The little boy was always standing in the periphery and gets a ringside view. This time it was too much for him to bear. If this is the way of the world what is there in store for me ! He got scared, literally scared out of his wits. He began running. He ran and ran until he reached the sylvan surroundings of the Himalayas. There he met a sadhu on whose lap he fell unconscious. It took a while for the sadhu to reckon for what was happening.

Soon he realised that the boy was the product of ignorance, rather ignorance itself. As he was already rid of ignorance, the sadhu, patted himself for the state and decided to help the boy come out of his deep pit of ignorance.

The boy woke up to the smell of incense and agarbattis and flowers that spread heavenly fragrance and the soothing warmth of the holy fire and the chanting of the vedic mantras.

The boy felt lucky.

' imponderable are the ways of actions ! ' * - exclaimed the sadhu looking at the little boy's beaming face coming to life.